Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.